Ethan, Son of Apollo

Name: Ethan Mintsun
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, bangy, dyed crimson.
Height: 6"0
Body Type: Lean, not too muscular, but quite fit for most people of his age group.
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Charlotte Mintsun
Country of Origin: Wales
Pets: His orange and white tabby cat, Minty
Talents: Extremely talented marskman. Great vision, almost like an eagle's. Has a fairly in-depth knowledge of kickboxing through a bit of tutorage when he was younger, and further practise when he came to CHB. Learnt a decent amount of first aid from his Mum, when he wasn’t out and about. Great singer, and plays the guitar quite well. Decent climber, as he occasionally went rockclimbing with the friends in his band in the year before Camp Half-Blood.
Weapon**: Longbow called Slick, magically disguised as his pendant, with celestial-bronze tipped arrows in a gold-coloured quiver. Short celestial bronze dagger. 5 celestial bronze throwing knives around his belt.
Personality: Rebellious, and isn't particularly too fond of sticking to the rules. Friendly enough, but can come across selfish at some point. Self-preserving, in the way that if it came down to lives being on the line, he would make sure that his skin was saved. Ethan is also a bit of a womanizer when he feels like it, though he tries not to come across as a jerk when he tries it on.
Flaws: Fear of spiders. Overconfident. Scar over his right eye on his forehead, covered by his bangs.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can cast curses or blessings on others with his poetry. Only one curse and one blessing can be afflicted/placed upon another in a day. Such curses are usually more mischievous and not actually damaging, like he would normally force someone to speak in rhyme or only be able to sing for the next 5-10 minutes (where in that time gap it will wear off depends on how highly spirited somebody is). The blessings he can cast a usually to do with increasing morale in battle, and making someone more confident with their abilities, which also lasts between 5-10 minutes. Can heal wounds 3 times a day, limits being a fractured arm or leg (with the bone being out of place or something, but not multiple fractures), and can heal a cut about 2 inches deep, 3 inches long, and 1 inch wide. Can use his music (singing or playing the guitar) to soothe people's emotions when they are feeling angry or bad-tempered, and it can be used 3 times a day, which lasts for about 10 minutes each time, so hopefully by the time he leaves the person they'll be in good spirits.
Life Before CHB*: Was born and grew up in Cardiff with his mother, who was a seasoned paramedic. Was quiet through most of primary school-generally excelling in drama-but as soon as he attended secondary school his real personality opened up, and he became a living hell for the teachers who taught him. Constantly disobeying the rules, and even missing whole days of school now and then, his mother eventually resorted to pulling him out of school just as soon as his first term ended, aiming to try and tutor him as best as she could at home.
Having even more freedom than he had before, Ethan started a band, performing as the lead singer and acoustic guitarist. More and more often, Ethan began to skip his mother’s lessons at home to sneak out and practise with the band, and by the age of 13 it was becoming a complete aggravation with her, however much she loved him. It was almost perfectly on queue then that 5 days after his 13th birthday a bright mark representing the sun appeared on his right hand, and Charlotte knew exactly what it meant. She opened up to him all about his father, and told him about Camp Half-Blood, soon putting him on a plane heading for America, but with a certain friend coming along as well. The drummer for his band had been a Satyr all along, called Bags, and he led him right up to the Camp, without so much as a single thing going wrong.
Ethan has been safe at Camp ever since, aiming to perfect his skills in archery, and medicine, not to mention poetry, and he has even aimed to start a new band with Bags. Life is good for him, and as far as he’s concerned, he’s good for life in general.  
RP Example*: Ethan checked his quiver for an ammo count, and almost swore. He’d just used his last arrow, and it hadn’t even finished the damn hound off. This meant he had to resort to more… unconventional means. He waited till the beast was almost on top of him, before diving to its right and snatching the arrow that was lodged into its side, before rolling on the floor and finishing in a crouched position, pulling his bow up for the final shot against the hellhound.

“Smile for the camera, puppy.”

It was ended in less than two seconds.
Any notes about your characters: Has a dragon tattoo on his right arm that almost always is on show.



Hope I haven't made many mistakes :)

NOTE: Have edited the original, noticed a few things I had missed out.

Personality should be at least 2 lines long.

What kind of curses or blessings can he bestow, and how long do they last? How many wounds can he heal per day? You'll need to specify how bad the fracture could be as well as the length and width of the cut too. How many times a day can he use his last power, and how long does the calming effect last?

Edited for you.
His curses are mischievous and not properly harming, such as causing someone to speak in rhyme or in song for the next 5-10 minutes (depends on their spirit how long it lasts in that frame), and blessings are to do with increasing morale, for the same amount of time. He can heal up to 3 wounds per day. The fracture could be as bad as a bone being out of place, but not multiple fractures, and not if the bone is too far and possibly sticking out of the skin (not too familiar with such things). The cut would be 3 inches long, and 1 inch wide. He can use his last power 3 times a day also, and it lasts for 10 minutes exactly.

And please excuse me if I'm a bit off with the cut measurements, not too familiar with measuring in inches.

Any other curse/blessing types?

Cut measurements look fine. By "bone being out of place," do you mean like a dislocation or like it's splintered?

Only ever curse is to make them dance for about 3 minutes, he doesn't really need any more.

And dislocation :)

Approved.